Though they had the means to dispel the mist, they could hardly do it so effortlessly, as if strolling in their backyard, just by approaching, they made the Ghostly Mist voluntarily retreat.
"The endless night of eternity, a waning candle illuminates the new frost. Epoch after epoch, you are but the more interesting creatures among them, to withstand one move from me without defeat is enough to boast in the same realm."
Jing Qiu's expression was stern, his tone indifferent, replicating and altering these words from the existence within the Burial Sea, aiming to instill awe.
Yet it must be said, such "riddles" are very effective. The higher the realm, the more one knows, the easier it is for one's thoughts to wander, thus becoming intimidated.
The three of them wore grave expressions, caught between suspicion and uncertainty, guessing at the identity of the other.
The Sword Master said in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?!"
